
THE BRAIN IS A HUNGRY ORGAN
& the kitchen fills with smoke
the night you swear / you’d break
Derek’s knuckles / for the shadow he left
his error, what sharing a roof smarts of
the broken escalator / pan spitting to sear
dry aged steaks / it’s past
the expiration for saying so / for stopping
lock receding into chamber / I sleep
here without careful supervision
I am the wine / tasting of cigars, dark
fruit / bear meat grows up from berries
& people too / we all cluster
around the hot light / call liquid bright
when it stings the tongue / call the mind
a trap closing & recognition its trigger
call me sear / shaking against cast
iron / it’s midnight & the oven hisses
as witness / I sleep here a cluster
of what tastes / best paired / the bottle
stands breathing / key in my pocket
offering each night on a tray
This selection comes from the poetry collection, a falling knife has no handle, available from YesYes Books. Purchase your copy here! Our curator for this selection is Tierney Bailey.
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